Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.